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“Mmm, that’s a tough one. I’m going to be meeting with Duarte’s family here this week. I believe they’re being influenced by Julio, and once I speak with them, I’m sure their opinion of him will be tarnished. They’re naming one of his distant cousins as the new leader, and I intend on being as persuasive as I can be.”
I hear heels click against the floor, and I turn to see Xava and Amelia behind us. I know we’ll stop discussing the serious issues now that the women are around us. We’ve all had a good night, and there’s no point in ruining it by talking about these stressors.
“Finished the dishes already?” I question Xava.
She nods and comes up beside me. I wrap an arm around her and hold her close against my body. “Yeah. Were you guys playing nice?”
“Of course,” I comment.
“It’s adorable how you’re worried about it.” Ruslan pokes fun at his sister, Amelia goes to grab Adlan from Nazyr, and then Ruslan picks up Karim.
“I don’t mean to cut the night short, but I’m exhausted,” Amelia speaks up.
Over the course of the next ten minutes, every single one of Xava’s guests says their goodbyes and then is on their way out the door, leaving only her and me here. Rolando returned earlier and is back in his bedroom.
I take a seat on the couch, and Xava comes walking over a couple of minutes later. She hikes one leg up and straddles me, placing her legs on either side of my body.
I rake my eyes up and down her body, in awe of how beautiful she is. Her skin is smooth like silk, not even showing one imperfection.
Xava brings her hand up and caresses my face, then drags the pad of her thumb over my lip, pulling it slowly. “I had a lot of fun tonight, Ambros. Thank you for being a good sport.”
“There’s no need to thank me. I’m always going to be on my best behavior around your family,” I promise her. Taking my own hand, I caress her hip, feeling the curve of her ass. She might be a petite woman, but fuck if she isn’t the most beautiful woman in the world in my eyes.
Xava leans down to me, dragging her hand until it’s against my neck, and kisses me soft and slow.
This is the shit I never thought I’d ever experience. It feels right being with her. It doesn’t feel like a quick, meaningless fuck. When I’m with Xava, all I think about is her being by my side for years to come.
I snake a hand around the back of Xava’s neck and pull her closer to me. She’s seated right over my cock, and only my trousers and what seems to be a very thin piece of lace keep us from one another.
She begins grinding herself against me, and I’m a goner. There’s only one thing on my mind, and I know she’s thinking about it too. I unbuckle my belt with my other hand and yank my fly down. Xava shimmies out of her lace thong, and I scoot my pants down to my knees. She even begins unbuttoning my dress shirt and pulls it back.
“You like what you see?” Her eyes light up like it’s Christmas whenever she sees me shirtless. I don’t mind being ogled by her in the least bit, and she really has a way of making a man feel confident about himself.
“No, not at all.” Xava giggles playfully.
My hard cock presses up against her mound, and she continues grinding against me like we’re two lovestruck teenagers. I can’t handle the foreplay right now. I want to get straight into the thick of it, so I do.
I release my hand from the back of her neck and use both of them to lift her up and line my cock at her entrance. I ram myself inside her without warning, and she gasps, falling against me for a moment. I thrust in and out of her slowly, and she moans into my ear until she’s finally adjusted to the fullness.
Once the shock of it all wears off, she pulls her dress over her head and tosses it on the floor behind us, revealing her perfect breasts. She bounces up and down on me, and I have one hand placed on her hip, holding onto her flesh while I dive straight for her breasts with my mouth. There’s nothing more I love than ravaging her body, and I could do this until the end of my days.
“Fuck, this feels so good,” Xava moans lowly, but she has no idea I’m about to make her feel so much better.
I take my thumb to her clit and begin teasing and taunting the little nub. She rolls her head back and increases her movements, and so do I. I want her to feel how amazing this is. I want her to know every single time we’re together that I’m going to make her entire world come apart, so I do.
I pick up my pace as she rides me, and every time she rolls her hips, I thrust inside her. It’s not very long until she comes undone around me, and I find my own release inside of her.
I’m pretty sure I haven’t used a condom since the first or second time we were together, and I’m not even scared if she gets pregnant. Xava is the kind of woman I want to raise my children. Honestly, at this point in my life, I can’t imagine anyone else doing it.
Chapter Twenty
Xava
Okay, there’s absolutely no going back after this.
I’m in my apartment, sitting at the small desk inside my room while on my laptop. What I’m looking at could very well change the rest of my life. I stare at the “submit application” button to attendÉcole Lenôtre next year. It’s one of the most world-renowned pastry schools and accepts students from over one hundred countries every single year.
The only way I’m going to know if this is what I want to do is by clicking the button and at least trying it if I get accepted. In theory, I think this is something I could love doing for a long time, but just like anyone else, I think you have to be thrown into it to really know if something is for you or not.
